Day 18
Again, this is about my past. No need for anyone to worry, just reflecting on those tormented days...
Lost
Lost--
Beyond God, rotting monsters
Like me, apparently made to fail
Are just, lost?
Between the cracks?
Our perfect creator's mistaken strokes?
Will we know what makes a hero
If we go against the mold?
Are we so lost
That we can't have peace as old folk?
Is there no place for our lost souls
Unchosen, frozen in stolen hope?
Who knows--
But what about trying to fly and dying
As satisfied as Saturday's skies?
Are we so lost
That we can't manage crying when the dance
Fades to ashes and our sadness advances
To glances at the abyss?
My wishes didn't mitigate vicious inner visions,
Maybe I'm so lost
I should just, quit--
Today is the end, it depends if I sit
On these thoughts and dreams of how I should live,
So lost,
That apparently, I was made to end it all,
Can I hand in my hat with dignity?
Or in disgrace will I fall?
Lost
Lost--
Beyond God, rotting monsters
Like me, apparently made to fail
Are just, lost?
Between the cracks?
Our perfect creator's mistaken strokes?
Will we know what makes a hero
If we go against the mold?
Are we so lost
That we can't have peace as old folk?
Is there no place for our lost souls
Unchosen, frozen in stolen hope?
Who knows--
But what about trying to fly and dying
As satisfied as Saturday's skies?
Are we so lost
That we can't manage crying when the dance
Fades to ashes and our sadness advances
To glances at the abyss?
My wishes didn't mitigate vicious inner visions,
Maybe I'm so lost
I should just, quit--
Today is the end, it depends if I sit
On these thoughts and dreams of how I should live,
So lost,
That apparently, I was made to end it all,
Can I hand in my hat with dignity?
Or in disgrace will I fall?
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